"If you please, Mr. Dog, we didn't know this was your grass," said
Sister Sallie, timidly.

"Of course it is!" snapped the dog. "I go to sleep here on it every day.
Anyway what do you mean by taking the leaves off my trees?" he growled
again.

"If you please, kind sir," spoke Brighteyes, "we didn't know they were
your trees."

"Certainly they are," replied the dog, snapping his eyes open and shut.
"Those leaves keep the sun off me while I sleep. Now I'm going to eat
you all up for taking my things!" and he jumped right at them.

But land sakes, flopsy dub! Before he could bite either Brighteyes or
Sister Sallie, who should appear, but Percival, the good, old circus
dog.

"Here, you let my friends alone!" he barked, and he jumped on that bad
dog, and nipped both his ears well, let me tell you. Then the bad dog
ran away, howling, and Percival took care of Sister Sallie and
Brighteyes until it was time for them to go home. Now in the story after
this one I'm going to tell you about Dr. Pigg and Uncle Wiggily--that is
if my furnace fire doesn't go out in the street roller-skating with the
coal man.